The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1887-09-22

"sHoO! sHoor'
red face and long alder stick, in the
end of which was pin, had suddenly
and silently rejoined Tad and Polly.
"You-you young villainr' wrath.
fully calculated Mr.. Forrest, as the
truth suddenly flashed across his mind
and, with this exclamation, he made q
sudden dive in Joe's direction; hut the
wary youth, evading his grasp, lodged
under his outstretched arm with a
hilarious war-whoop, and disappeared
among the trees.
Mr.. Forrest was very angry, particu-
larry when he discovered that smear
of pea-green paint extended from his
forehead downward across his nose to
his cheek, though he made pretense
of laughing it off as joke.
"Just dip nv handkerchief in the
pond-water, Tad. and wipe this paint
off my face, will YOU" he said, throw
ing it to Tad, who, taking it in silence,
scrubbed down Mr.. FORESTS face till it
was tolerably clear. But with the paint
was "a chalky substance from over Mr..
FORESTS right eyebrow, and, too late,
that gentleman clapped his hand to his
forehead, with slight exclamation.
Tad's sharp eyes detected small blush
scar on Mr.. FORESTS temple, that had
been skillfully hidden by a touch of
French chalk.
''How are you, Jones'" thought Tad,
with a little twinge of excitement,
which he carefully concealed, handing
back the handkerchief with apparent
Inconsistencies of the sharp glance
given him by the city-bred gentleman,
who clapped on his hat with considera-
BILE haste.
Tad then rejoined Polly, who had
risen to her feet, and. after talking a
little with the amused Mr.. Mason, the
two made their way slowly homeward
by the shady wood-road that followed
the pond shore for quite distance.
"Why, where is Bounce?" cried
Polly, wondering what made Tad so
unusually iilent. Here. Bounce!
Bouncer' Bounce had grown into
quite a sturdy, good-natured pup, with
gruff voice, and a propensity for
picking up and carrying off any stray
article that he found lying about.
Sometimes it was Polly's slipper, or
perhaps one of Mrs. Flagg's dish-towels;
but, curiously enough, he never tore or
destroyed any thing of the kind.
So, as, IN answer to Polly's call,
Bounce presently came rushing toward
them through the bushes, Polly was
not surprised at seeing something in
his mouth.
Naughty Bounce!' said Polly, with
make-believe severity; bring it here
this moment, sir"
Bounce obeyed at once.
"Why, it's folded, newspaper,
with Mr.. FORESTS name on the edge"
she exclaimed, as she took it from be-
tween Bounce's white teeth. He
must have dropped it out of his pocket
when he jumped up so quick" added
Polly, with merry laugh, in which
Tad, reused from his abstraction by
the little incident, at once joined.
You'll see Mr.. Forrest before l do,
Tad" Polly continued, as she extended
the newspaper; Il wish you'd give it
to him-scmehow, don't like him one
bit.''
"All right" replied Tad. taking the
paper, ''I'll hand it to him when see
him; though L don't fancy him much
myself. But wonder where on earth
Joe is!'' he added, suddenly noticing
the prolonged absence OF his friend and
crony.
Joseph is here, son of the pale-facem
suddenly responded n cultural voice
from the roadside, "but his feet 10
longer tread the paths of peace, for they
are set upon the war-path, and before
another moon the scalp of the Forrest
chieftain shall dangle in his wigwamr'
With this terrible announcement, a
figure attired in blanket shawl, with
disheveled hair hanging about his face,
which was adorned with alternate
stripes of crimson, blue and yellow,
burst forth from the bushes. uttering a
fendish and blood-curdling yell.
He shook wildly aloft white linen UNI
brella with one hand, while in the other
was an article held in the manner of an
Indian spear, which Tad and Polly SIM
ultaneously recognized as the younger
Miss Bakers patent folding easel. After
allowing Mr.. Forests anger a suffi-
Gent time to cool, Joe had wandered
back to the shore, where he was at
once chartered by Miss Baker to carry
her shawl and sketching utensils back
to her boarding-place, while Mr.. For
rest took the little party for row on
the pond. The possession of such avail
able material was too great tempta-
ton for Joe, who had at once utilized
them, with the effect 1 have Just de-
scribed.
.'Ha! Har' cried the Indian brave,
executing fantastic war-dance in the
middle of the road, while Bounce
barked, and his two friends regarded
his paint-smeared face with astonish-
ment, "does the daughter of the Lenm
Lenape shrink back? Let her have no
fear-the flower of his tribe wars not
upon helpless women, nor does he fear
even though the dread avenger be at
his heels!" Perhaps the red mans ut
teranee would have been less boastful
had ne known that the avenger, in the
person of Deacon Whitney,
was so close at hand. The deacon, hav-